Crazy! The school beauty's mother works as my secretary!

801 Don't forget the important things

"Ok?"

Chen Mo leaned close to her neck and spoke in a low voice.

"Aren't you supposed to give me a massage? Did you forget?"

Lan Bing felt weak all over because of the hot breath he exhaled.

She subconsciously raised her hands to hug his neck, her fingertips deeply embedded in his hair.

The uniform jacket slipped off her shoulders, revealing the tight knitted suspenders underneath.

She suddenly remembered that Lan Ziang was still upstairs, and hurriedly whispered:

"Don't... Ziang is still here..."

"He's very sensible now. Besides, it's just a massage."

"Besides, didn't you 'sell' yourself to me a long time ago?"

These words made Lan Bing's pretty face blush even more.

She tilted her face slightly and took the initiative to put her red lips forward.

Let the remaining shyness and gratitude melt into this night.

The night outside the window grew darker and darker, and the only sounds in the room were the two people's rapid breathing.

Five or six minutes passed.

Lan Bing sat down nervously and a little panicked.

"Let me give you a massage first."

Lan Bing didn't forget the excuse he had made before.

She straightened her slightly disheveled uniform a bit.

Lan Bing's fingertips were still trembling slightly.

A corner of the uniform skirt that had just been straightened was inadvertently lifted up.

Her thighs were exposed, wrapped in black stockings, and there were some wrinkles on the delicate fabric.

She took a deep breath and placed her palm on his shoulder, using very light force, as if she was afraid of breaking some treasure.

"Is it... sour here?"

Her voice was as soft as wet cotton, her eyes fell on the short stubble at the back of his neck, not daring to look up into his eyes.

Her fingertips slid down along the curve of his spine, inadvertently brushing against the protruding shoulder blades under his shirt, causing Chen Mo's Adam's apple to roll slightly.

Chen Mo leaned against the sofa, his eyes sweeping from her red earlobes to the collar of her uniform.

The golden badge there swayed gently as she leaned over.

Occasionally, it would rub against her plump curves, causing a slight tremor.

"Heavier."

He whispered, but his fingertips suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Lan Bing leaned forward unexpectedly, and her nose almost hit his chin.

The fullness of her upper body pressed against his chest through her shirt.

It was so hot that she held her breath for a moment.

"Mr. Chen..."

She tried to move away, but her wrist was gripped tighter.

"Just press it like this."

Chen Mo's voice was filled with laughter as his fingertips caressed the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist.

"Your craftsmanship is almost catching up with Su Rong's."

These words were like a feather scratching the tip of Lan Bing's heart. She felt much more comfortable and confident.

She has always felt that there is a huge gap between herself and Su Rong.

Su Rong is considerate to Chen Mo in every aspect.

Just done.

At the same time, it can also satisfy Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's comment gave her motivation.

She pressed her fingertips against his back.

She could smell the masculine scent on him that made her feel a little confused.

Mixed with the fragrance of her own hair, it tangled together in the small space.

It's so sweet and ambiguous that it makes people dizzy.

The massage gradually changed.

Chen Mo's hand slid up along her waistline, gently pinched her chin, and forced her to look up.

Lan Bing's eyelashes trembled like a frightened butterfly, there was a layer of mist in her eyes, and her lips were red from biting herself.

"Don't dare look at me?"

He chuckled and brushed his fingers across her lips.

"It wasn't like this when you came over to me just now."

"I……"

Lan Bing was about to speak when he lowered his head to stop her.

Not as anxious as before, teaching with a bit more patience.

Her breathing deepened little by little.

Her hands were around his neck without her knowing.

The lace of the knitted suspenders in the uniform rises and falls gently with her breathing.

The lace cuff of one of Lan Bing's stockings slid to her knees, revealing a piece of fair skin.

She gasped, her fingertips clutching his shirt, her knuckles turning white.

"Don't... What if Ziang comes..."

"how?"

Chen Mo bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse.

"What are you afraid of? Come and let him see how charming you are, Mr. Lan."

These words made Lan Bing's face turn red instantly.

She tilted her head slightly, like a coquettish kitten.

The moonlight from outside the window leaked in through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor and shining on the scattered uniform jackets.

Massage has long been forgotten.

Only rapid breathing and intimate sounds were left.

It is especially clear in the quiet night.

"Mr. Chen, what should I call you from now on?"

"up to you."

"What did they call you?"

"husband."

"what……"